Bone-Melting Water

"How could this be?!"

Lan Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart clenched. Both hands gripped the axe haft tightly as his gaze nailed itself to the long, narrow crack on its body. The fracture wound upward from the edge of the blade like an ugly centipede crawling across the ancient axe face. The deep-blue spiritual light that had once flowed endlessly was now more than half dimmed, while the coiling dragon phantom engraved upon the axe curled up listlessly. Even the surrounding sound of rolling tides had weakened until it was nearly inaudible.

This Sea-Covering Coiling Dragon Axe had been obtained only after he rendered several great services to Huanshi Water Pavilion and knelt before the Pavilion Master's hall for three days and three nights. It was not only a True Lord-grade artifact, but also a symbol of his status as the Young Pavilion Master. He normally treasured it as dearly as his life, grieving for half a day over even the slightest knock. Yet now, a mere Third-Rank Martial Venerable had hacked a crack into it. The pain was a hundred times worse than having a knife carved into his heart!

"Lu Changsheng! You dared destroy my artifact?!"

He abruptly raised his head, his features twisted with fury. Veins bulged at his temples, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was so enraged he nearly seemed ready to smoke from the head. Towering wrath surged and burned within his chest, while the out-of-control water-element energy around him churned violently, blasting muddy water beneath his feet in every direction.

"Hahaha! And you called that a True Lord artifact? That's it?"

Shi Jingtian's booming voice, like a broken gong, suddenly rang out from nearby. Carrying the Mountain Shaker Staff over his shoulder, he doubled over with malicious delight. "Looks to me